Wednesday, January 1, 2014

New Year...

So, here we are. We all made it, and what would New Years be without resolutions? Those with the resolutions to, "not be dead," congratulations on making that happen....you know who you are....

So what is it going to be this year? Lose weight? Quit smoking? Be an overall better person? Although I can appreciate the thought and intent behind it, lets be honest, how many of us keep them past January? Hell, how many of us make it through that first week without overindulging, being less than cordial to the office annoyance or sneaking a puff or two behind the house when no one is looking? I want to resolve to not make a resolution this year. I mean, I don't even know what makes me happy anymore and probably don't need to have a looming expectation.

This last year for me has been less than stellar and today, being the New Year and all, has got me really thinking. Quick recap for those not immediately involved; struggled with kids, crazy at work, got engaged, struggled with finances, got un-engaged, suffered from undiagnosed stomach issues, moved...twice and am now settling somewhere on the corner of I don't know what I am doing and I don't know what I want. I am going backwards. I have always been level headed and have always done things by the book and in the best interest for myself and my family. Why now, am I feeling like I am floating? I am standing back watching everyone around me getting older and settling into their lives as people tend to do, wondering when it is my turn.

This is not a self pity blog, although it appears to be taking a sharp left turn in that direction, it is more of a self reflection...in what seems like a muddy puddle. A confessional. Although I know I am the only one who can change this, I need help. Where do I start? One can only be so medicated you know. I work full time (and then some), mother full time, attend countless appointments for my kids (weekly) and am doing it alone for the most part. Now, tell me when I am supposed to work on that elusive change in my life? While I am commuting? Maybe while in the waiting room during Brennan's occupational therapy? Possibly during my lunch break while running errands that I don't want to have to worry about after work?  I am too young to feel so hopeless but am too old to be so lost.

So it is with puffy eyes and a heavy heart that I bid you a Happy New Year, may it be better than the last and may we all find what makes us truly happy.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

The Mani, The Pedi and The Fortune Tellers

Today was one for the books...

The Duo went to their dads for the evening, so I decided to treat myself to some mommy time. What better way than by letting some strange woman rub ma' tootsies with oil and make 'em pretty!

Since I had to take the kids to Kent anyway I decided against driving back to South Hill with my pre-winter man feet hanging out in some flip-flops. I asked the man child's woman where she gets her nails done, so as directed - I preceded to Elegant Nails on Kent Hill. Let me first review the joint; it's acceptable, but not some place I would consider coming back to. It's pretty clean, the people are not the friendliest of folk and although it's nice to be mindlessly relaxing, golf is not the viewing of choice for a shop visited predominantly by woman. Just throwing that out there, Elegant Nails...

First up, the pedi! It was mediocre at best; water was too hot then too cold, the lady kept staring at me like I had pulled my bottom lip up over my head only then to pass me off to another lady because she couldn't get the polish on the toe without slathering the surrounding skin. Odd, but there you have it. My toes are kind of pretty....that's all I got. I was then relocated from my comfy massage chair to a little table-y booth thing where I was greeted by possibly the nicest woman in the establishment. For the first 5 minutes she didn't say a word, was called away to a mani-crisis a couple of chairs down then came back extremely apologetic to have kept me waiting.

Nail salon banter ensues...

Girl, "You have kids?"
Me, "Yes, two 8 year olds."
Girl, "You live around here?"
Me, "No, I was just in the area dropping my kids off at their dads house up the road."
Girl, "Oooh, you not married?"
>insert sympathy head tilt here<
Me, "No, we separated many years ago."
Girl, "In Vietnam, we cannot get a divorce. We, women, are not allowed. The men have to do it but it take a long time."
Me, "That's too bad."
>insert sympathetic head tilt here to counter previously presented head tilt<
Girl, "We try for the kids, but it not always a good thing."
Me, "I agree."
Girl, "When you see the dad, you make the angry eyes?" *motioning to her eyes all Pulp Fiction style* "That what happen in Vietnam, if the two meet again they always have the angry eyes."
Me, "Ha ha, no. We had the angry eyes when we were together! Now we are friends."
Girl, "Ha ha ha, you Americans are funny. I like America...you know?"
::: brief silence :::
Girl, "You're going to be rich one day."
Me, *blank stare* "......huh?"
Girl, "You have long fingers and little nails with one BIIIG one, that mean, in Vietnam, that you will be rich one day."
Me, ".....umm...thank you?"
Girl, "Yes....I just know because, well...I just know."

So there you have it folks, all you toe-thumb haters out there better start recognizing. Fer real. I'm going to be rich one day because the lisping Vietnamese lady with the under bite said so. Yay for physical deformities being lucrative! Haters gonna hate...

...booyah.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Fire and Ice

Bucket list check off, complete a 5K without dying. I did it. Although today, the day after, it is touch and go. The pain I feel today is comparable to a pedestrian that had been hit by a flaming bus. Carrying the maximum weight allowance. Going freeway speeds. In case the picture I and trying to paint for you is to vague, it hurts.

Pain aside, this was incredibly fun with the most amazing group of people. What you are about to do is relive this moment in my life with me, but please keep in mind, the sequence of events may not be as sequential as I would like as a lot of the time I was just focused on not dying.

The Begining
The "fun" started by running through a corn field that had been cut down and flagged/taped off. There is no clear trail so you have to kind of high knee your way through it with a hope and a prayer that you don't fall or trip and impale yourself on these dried 4 inch tall jagged corn stalks of death. Sigh of relief when the death stalks are done only come to the first obstacles. A pipe tunnel with mud lining the bottom leading to an old barn. We walk through, hunched at a 90 degree angle through the tunnel in face/ass/face/ass order, round the corner through the barn to see a pyramid of what looks like cement freeway construction barriers stacked four wide and four tall. Not so bad...until you realize that you have short stubby legs and its quite the stretch to just to get past the first barrier. Success, immediately followed by tires filled with water that are haphazardly stacked on the trail.

Run, run, run, run. My next memory is coming to a long puddle we are required to run through. First step you you take you realized that it is lined with planks or plywood. With the mud at this point starting to cake on your feet, traction is no longer existent. Yes! No slipage...wait, what? Another pipe tunnel but this time there is a mud ramp up to the top and back down the other side. Again with the no traction. There was arm pulling and ass pushing to get some of us to the top. I ended up sliding down the other side on my butt, turning around and running through the underside of the pipe tunnel. It was only at this time my fellow teammates pointed out that the mud that had accumulated on my rear had actually caused my pants to form to my...well...form. Quick adjustment....and we're off again.

Somewhere in here there are walls. THE WALLS! *shakes her fist at the sky*
Set up in a set of three - one distinctly higher than the one that preceded it - they are basically walls made of two by fours for height and one extra two by four providing a tiny foothold to help get over the top. I was skeptical at the first wall before I even realized there were more. I was able to hike myself up to the top, but then froze. My wonderful teammates stepped in with hands of support to help be down. Next wall, a bit more difficult. The last - will forever  live in infamy in the back of my mind and will continue to haunt my memories. I manage to get myself up on the foothold, after doing the splits as my foot slides in the mud along the wood. I stand peering over the wall which is up to almost my shoulders even after standing on the support. Physics tells me this is just not happening. My teammate then backs up to the wall and tells me to stand on her shoulder while others stand in front of her so she does not slip in the mud. I stand on her shoulder, get to the top, balancing on my stomach on the narrow two by four....and am now stuck....one boob on each side. The same teammate, who shall remain nameless to protect her identity, that so thankfully helped me by lending a shoulder, "helps" again by pushing my leg over the other side causing me to lose my balance and fall to the other side. Again, my people are there with hands, and heads, of support as my ass (literally, my ass) lands on my teammates head. Good news - I didn't hit the ground! Other news...I now think Ray Cross and myself know each other just a little bit better.

There may or may not have been tires at this point but I definitely remember smelling manure. In the distance I see something that instills a fear in me like nothing else. As I get closer, my fears are confirmed...monkey bars. Not just monkey bars, mokey bars over water...are you kidding me? I watch my kids do the monkey bars at the playground and I can just feel my shoulders dislocating. I see some of teammates attempting to cross with no luck and just know I am screwed. I jump to grab the first bar and find myself just hanging, feeling like a fish on a hook. A rather large fish on a very small hook. I decide to just swing into it and jump into the water. As I do, I feel hands on my back, "encouraging" me to go. This is the same teammate mentioned before as remaining nameless, it may or may not be Erica. I hit the water and instantly realize how cold it is when every orifice on my body clenches and my breathing stops momentarily. Climbing out is just as bad trying to scale a wall of pure mud.

Cold, wet and muddy we are off. I decide at this time that our shirts which don the monogram of, "No Excuses," should have come with pants proclaiming, "No Secrets," as all of our clothes are having the swimsuit effect leaving little to the imagination. We find the next obstacle to be plank type barges, floating by tires on the sides and tied down with ropes. We have to jump from barge to barge then balance beam to the other side of this huge lake-ish puddle...only to encounter the next lake-ish puddle. This one is sans barges...we have to run through it. By the time I get here, two of my teammates have preceded me and begin to splash me, one of whome will no longer remain nameless, ERICA CROSS! This is also where I exact my revenge on said teammate, the one who "helped" me from the monkey bars is in the deep end. I run, jump at her and koala her ass while trying to dunk her. She bites me...that mother trucker bites me! In her defense, she was trying to gasp for air, but none the less...I was bitten.

We get out of the water, scale yet another hill 'o' tires and are once again off. From here to the finish line is a blur riddles with over/under obstacles, tires and balance beams over ice water. The next thing I remember is another pipe tunnel buried to climb over and slide down to the foot of a mud wall with ropes hanging over the side and attached to a cement barrier at the top. Upper arm strength again is not my forte, but I am able to use my feet to get to the top. YES! At this vantage you can see the finish. We are almost there! We just need to go down this water slide...wait water slide? Its forty degrees outside and this is made with a tarp. A tarp and a hose riddled with holes to provide a constant stream of water. There is a nice sudsy mud puddle at the bottom because the personnel at the top are periodically dumping an eco type soap down the tarp. Its now or never. I watch a couple of people go and notice there is some speed there. I get butterflies as I position my muddy butt at the top of the tarp and give myself a slight nudge. Holy hell, I am propelled forth at such a velocity my eyes begin squinting and watering. I swear I got air at some point, but all I know for sure is that I did not stop at the bottom but rather continued through to the end of the pebbly, soapy mud puddle. I just water skied on ma' cheeks. I am sure its not as graceful as it sounds and to add insult to injury I ended up with a wedgie that would rival the greatest of wedgies. I had what I have deemed henceforth, a Mega Ultra Frongie. This where the wedgie is so severe (from front to back...ahem) that you can taste your fabric softener.

I pull myself together, and cloth from crevices, and get 'ta gettin'. We are home free! We climb the last mud hill and hurdle three flaming bales of hay to the finish line where we are greeted with our finisher medals! WE DID IT! Hells to the yeyeah! Lets hear it for team No Excuses! Given the chance, I may consider doing this again. Its for a great cause supporting Seattle Cancer Care Alliance and a great way to challenge yourself and practice team building skills.

We Did It!
I went into this not knowing if I could do it and I finished. I was tired, dirty, sore and had mud in places that should not typically come in contact with any of the outside elements. But you know what I walked away with?

....T-shirt.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Bringing light to a heavy situation...

...and laying it out because if I don't laugh, I will cry...
 

Birfday Smooches @ Red Robin
Steph and I @ the fair, B.T. (before twins)


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I endured great loss last night as the final thread of a 12 year relationship unraveled. Although my heart is broken and I feel like a part of me is lost, I have no choice but to focus on the positive as I refuse to be dragged down when working so hard to get up.
 
Tasty 'Porn Stars' over ice @ the gay bar
Gettin' down wit our bad selves
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What started as neighbors and budded into acquaintances eventually bloomed into a full blown friendship. One of which I had to defend throughout the years, because lets face it...she is about as polished as a Brillo pad, but was worth every argument and tear shed because the laughs are unforgettable.
 
Me - Josh - Steph
She may be going through some things right now but I hope in the end she finds what she is looking for. I will still be here, working like a dog and dealing with the wrath of the Double-Trouble twin posse in their never ending attempt to drive me into the funny farm, but here nonetheless.
 
 
 
 
Although I may not understand the motives behind what I consider to be the out-of-the-blue rejection, I have no choice but to face it with my head held high, "with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child."
 
Ghetto swimming pool @ the Fife Appt.
 

Monday, August 6, 2012

Hair today, gone tomorrow...

There is an ever occurring phenomenon that can no longer go on unpublicized and ignored. Bigfoot, The Northern Lights, Stonehenge...all of these have been explored, theorized and documented throughout time. Forgive me "Scientists" but the study of a large man covered in fur running amok through the wilderness is played out. Besides, I sleep with one next the me every night....the mystery is gone....


Lets try to focus our funds and research on more important things...



Sunday evening was winding down like it usually does, although particularly hot and stuffy, I still had to maintain my weekend rituals. I forewent laundry, forget that ish it was too damn hot, but I'll be damned if I will start my week with a unibrow that could potentially take over my hair line. I decided to unwind and cool down before bed and figured I would de-hair in a relaxing cool bubble bath.

I retrieved my "supplies" and settled into my own little reverie. After about 10 or so minutes of enjoying the silence (and being able to have the bathroom door latch without my cringing and counting down to the inevitable small fists starting to pound on the door because I have disappeared, possibly never to return again, causing an immediate search party because they seem to think my life is uber exciting and they have to know what I am doing 24/7 for fear they will miss out on some fascinating aspect of my life. I, for one, understand as I am most definitely my most alluring when I am suffering from dairy consumption and 'facinating' non-stop for the rest of the night leading to a drop in pant size) decide I should get to gettin'.

I snag my little hand held mirror and best pair of tweezers and set to work. Bringing the mirror close for a minute...then far...then to one side...and then the other...checking to make sure all offending hairs are annihilated. When completely satisfied I hold the mirror out to admire my masterpiece. But hello, whats this? Obviously I have a strand of hair that has escaped from the elastic band on top of my head and is stuck to the side of my face. I reach up to brush it away but my face is wet as are my fingers from the bath so it seems to be offering some resistance. Finally I utilize the tweezers I have at close reach only to find to my complete and utter horror...its attached.

WTF?! How is this possible?! This thing is like two inches long! Are you telling me I have been walking around with a hair growing out of my face at what must be a record breaking pace and no one has noticed?! Much less myself?! There is no way it did not catch some beam of light and glisten enough to call attention to itself. Did it just appear at that length over night? You would feel something like that, wouldn't you? I...just...don't...understand...

I am taken aback as I examine the offending follicle and go over possibilities in my head. Is it like the booger/something in your teeth theory? You see someone has it but would be embarrassed to tell them and even more afraid of them being embarrassed yet you continue to stare? Would I tell someone and how would that conversation go?

"Oh, hang on you have a little hair on your face....no the other way...down...down....here, just let me get it for yo...oh....oh my...ummm...yeeeeaaaah...." **clears throat and glances around uncomfortably**


So, I present my case. Leave Loch Ness alone and I am sure the mating rituals of South African fruit flies can wait another season. We need to pool our resources and get to the bottom of this before someone else is scared and confused. If I have helped one person by coming forward with my traumatic experience, I will feel like my embarrassment has not been in vain...I will be holding a support group Wednesday nights at Pizza Hut so we can eat our feelings together.

I feel a little like Sally Struthers or Sara McLaughlin promoting a cause. Just need some sad music, cute dogs and dirty kids....I really should have been in PR.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Fluffy & Fabulous

Ice cream....yes please?

As many know I have been struggling with weight loss for some time now. I seem to make headway only to revert to old ways with every excuse in the book. I think I have discovered part of the problem, I get bored very easily with the work out routine.
This would make me poop...
A friend and co-worker of mine is equally struggling in this journey and brought a rather interesting work out to my attention. Although thoroughly disturbing, it had me researching other random and incongruous exercise ideas.

Are you, a master-shake-weight-er?
Tug it...tug it good....











Hot, Nude Yoga; offering public classes in a city near you...?

It claims to benefit in health and community as it brings people together in a non-sexual non-threatening space. Non-sexual I get, non-threatening...not so much. Yoga in and of itself can look a little off putting at times, but lets add hoo-has and man-tackle into the mix and its just plain disturbing. There are just some things you can't unsee....::shudder::




I have to give credit where credit is due in this next one. My aforementioned friend/co-worker dug up this little preternatural delight.



It brought up a very interesting discussion of working out in the nude...yay or nay? I think there may be something to be said for nude work outs if you are just working on toning up a little and already have a smaller frame. I, myself, have a little more nooks and crannies.

If you are of the larger breast variety, try explaining your black eye at work the next day. For those of us without this blessing, I don't know about you, but I would rather starve to death in my room than have to call 911 because my elbow is stuck in my belly button.

So from pole dancing to karaoke cycling (its a real thing!) my eyes have been opened to the odd and random possibilities of exercise. Now if only my gym would offer hula hooping.

Tonight! = My sister and my first attempt at Zumba...


 ...and if all else fails, I'm turning turn to Vera.




Thursday, July 12, 2012

Children's Books; moulding our generations youth

Move over Harry Potter and step aside Ramona & Beezus as I have found some children's books that are designed for our youth in ways your authors and publishing houses could never fathom.


Let me preface this with a warning; the following is disturbingly hilarious. Not recommended for the faint of heart or those with weak constitutions...lets move on, shall we?


Surfing the web on my lunch break today I came across some children's books that I cannot believe made it through the rough draft phase of development and past the stuffy 'family values' politics in publishing. I love how dementedly fabulous the imaginations are of today's authors. (Reference; 50 Shade's of Grey and the Hunger Games trilogies...masochistic dominating sadistical romantic love story and a world that relies on the children to represent their cities in a brutal fight to the death for entertainment) The following, in my opinion, take the cake.


In no particular order, we dive in.


#1. Pop-up Book of Phobias - by Gary Greenberg

Buy it here...


I believe they call it, "exposure therapy" and its intended to make you face your fears head on by slowly reintroducing those things into your life. This however seems like a more deliberate in-your-face approach. "Come on kids, we're going to read a bed time story..." BAM!




#2. Go the F**k to Sleep: The Perfect Bedtime Story For Tired Parents - by Adam Mansbach

Buy it here...

All parents can attest to the "JUST GO THE F*CK TO SLEEP" feeling after a long day at work and an exhausting evening trying to go through the routine of homework, dinner, baths, etc. You just...want...to....relax. But from the constant who, what, where, when, why interrogations and bickering over who's arm is longer or who is cheating at Go Fish, sometimes you cannot help but give into the frustration and spiral into despair.


I believe you can also get a delightful book-on-tape version read by Samuel L. Jackson.


#3. That's Not Your Mommy Anymore: A Zombie Tale Teaches Children A Valuable Lesson - by Matt Mogk


What does one say about this? With all the crazies turning their basements into underground bunkers and preparing for the coming of a Zombie Apocalypse, it does not surprise me that there would be a market for such a book.



Other notable Zombie mention...




#4. The Taking Tree - by Shrill Travesty 

The Giving Tree was a wonderful story of a boy and his tree, the tree that gave and gave and gave to make sure the boy was happy. This seems to be more from the perspective of the tree....and she was kind of a bitch....


 


 

#5. Bedtime Stories For Children You Hate - by Antoinette Bergin


Offering stories like, “Your Upstairs Neighbor Kills People” and “Blood in the Sink” you are pretty much guaranteed to traumatize and/or screw up any child you deem worthy of a story or two from this little charmer.




In conclusion...has your son lost yet another lunch box at school? Maybe your daughter is throwing one too many fits about brushing her teeth....well, next time you are on a family outing to your local library, maybe look into one or two of these for your little ones...

...that'll teach 'em.